In attempt to capture this so-called “Christmas spirit” I hear so much about, I allowed myself to be dragged kicking and screaming to Christmas in the Park on the weekend.
Once upon a time, only copious amounts of alcohol could get me there (actually, I’ve never been before, but in theory, had I been before, it would have taken a lot of grog. You know?). These days, it was the repeatitive, weekly, monthly chant of “so, are we going to Christmas in the Park this year mum? You said we would remember? Don’t forget you said…”
Ah, for the love of…
YES ALREADY!
Yes. For crying out loud we will go, yes. If only to subdue my conscience which is feeling guilty for falling through on my promise to go the previous year. And quite possibly, the year before that.
So, Jarrod suggests we get there early so we can get a good place to park our butts up close to the stage. I suggest we roll on in at the last minute because who needs to be that close to crappy NZ celebs attempting a slightly grander version of kareoke anyway? And of course I won, because I’m the one driving the car. Bah!
I am a terrible, terrible person.
So, this is the outcome of our fun family day at the Domain. It’s photographic evidence that we did go. And as you’ll see, we had a ROLLOCKING great time.
Here’s Char and her cousin Matt…
They’re happy, smiling, laughing, waving…
And here’s Jarrod:
(He’d rather be at speedway)
And then there’s me. Unforunately.
Behold my wide beaming happy smile! (I wore it on the inside.)
Oh, and half an hour later…
Yes yes, I cut and pasted Matt and Char into the same pic because I couldn’t be naffed posting them individually.
But the point is, half an hour after arriving, it started RAINING. And, despite my naggings of “DON’T FORGET A JACKET CHARLOTTE”, she FORGOT HER JACKET. Therefore, if you’re observant enough to have noted the picture above this one, she’s now WEARING MINE.
An hour later when I’m shivering my ass off and insisting “okay, we’re a bunch of miserable drowned rats, let’s call it a night and go home”. She declares, “I’m quite snug actually.”
Of course you are, you little toe-rag! (And I mean that quite affectionately) YOU’RE WEARING MY JACKET!
Being that I’m the one driving the car, I won. Maybe we’ll try this again next year. And we’ll remember umbrellas. Or um, copious amounts of alcohol?